Calling Her Bluff Ch. 3   Cindy and I talked about what we should do for our next sexual fantasy. We decided to try and find a male dog to see what we could come up with!

We headed up to our trailed up north for the weekend. We went out to eat and dine for a while. When we got back to our trailer…luck was with us! We couldn’t believe it! There was a large Black Lab sitting by our trailer! We got out of the Jeep and walked over to him. Cindy said, “Check to see if it’s a male!” I bent over to look between his legs and sure shit! He had a cock and balls! “He sure is Hon!” I said.

Without saying another word to me, she opened the trailer and walked in. She turned to coax the dog into the trailer with her, but he was all ready running up the stairs! I looked around to see if anyone seen us, but the coast was clear! I ran up the steps next!

We closed and locked the door and made some strong drinks! “That should make us more brave!” I said to her. “Thanks, I’ll need it!” She said back. We did up the coke and took our clothes off. Cindy sat on the chair and I moved over to her and put my cock to her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked my hard cock into her soft lips. She sucked my cock in and out while I played with her tits. Then she said, “Come on…Let’s do something with the dog!” “What do you want to try?” I replied.

“Let’s look at his cock!” She said. We got on the floor and the dog came over and lay down by us. I scratched his head and behind the ears. Then I started to scratch his belly. As I did, his leg came up and he gave us good look at his fur covered cock and balls. He had a very large set of balls on him! I said to Cindy, “Let’s see if we can coax it out!” Then I reached over and grabbed the sheath and slowly pumped it back and forth. As I pumped on it, the pink cock started to come out the end and Cindy said, “Look at that! His doggy cock is coming out!” I was amazed at the size of it! His cock head was as big as mine! The more I pumped, the more came out.
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Bitch Whore         John waited until the house was quiet, then eased out of his sick bed and drew on a pair of thin PJ bottoms. His sisters had gone off to school and his mother had just left for work. With any luck, his sexy Aunt Joy would still be sipping coffee in her maddeningly brief terrycloth robe. With better luck, she’d be naked under that robe.

John eased down the stairs and saw her as he rounded the corner. He was in luck. He smiled weakly as she looked up, then took feeble steps toward the chair that might give him a good beaver shot. As he pulled the chair out to place it at a good viewing angle at the corner, Joy said, “You can stop the act, now, John. She’s gone.”

John plopped down in the seat and smiled. “How’d you know?”

“I’ve been around. I was married for twelve years to a man who had three boys. I raised all three through their teens. I know when I’m being stalked for seduction.”

John reacted with feigned shock, started to defend his motives, then smiled bashfully and said, “I guess I’m pretty obvious, huh?”

“I’ll give you credit. At least you came down with something on.”

“I guess you think I’m pretty pathetic, don’t you?”

“Pathetic? Hardly. I’m quite impressed. You’re very good. You have natural abilities. You know just how subtle to be, yet you get your message across loud and clear. Women like that in a seduction. We hate crude grabbers or foul-mouthed mashers, but we especially hate having to guess at a man’s intent. Any sixteen-year-old with twenty-four notches on his bedpost already knows that.”

“You know what those mean?”

“Of course I know. Your mother knows too.”

“MOM Knows?”

“Yes, and she brags about her stud son. She brags to me, anyway.”

“No kidding? Mom knows and she thinks it’s cool?”

“She wouldn’t let you keep carving up a three-hundred dollar headboard if she didn’t, now would she?”

“Wow! I wondered why she never said anything. Man, that is so weird. Mom knows, huh?”

“Yes, but we’re both curious. Do you make a notch each time you get laid, or each time you make a new score?”

“They each represent a new score. I don’t count the same girl twice. If I did that, there wouldn’t be any headboard left.”

“She’ll be thrilled by that news. I said you counted fresh kills; she was sure you were counting fucks.”

“Aunt Joy! I never thought I’d hear you say the ‘F’ word.”

“Can’t you say fuck? You came down here to fuck me, but you can’t bring yourself to say the word in front of me? You disappoint me, John.”
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Bewitched       John Stevens was the envy of every man he knew, because he slept nightly with a woman every man wanted to bed–his wife, Georgette.

They’d been together since high school, had the perfect marriage, and a house full of beautiful kids. They had six ranging in age from sixteen to six: Don, 16; Julie 14; Kay, 12; Roger, 12; Bobby, 10; Tabatha, 6.

Georgette was a mother and a great mother, a full-time mother. John made good money as a diesel mechanic at a large truck stop–a trucking megaplex on eighty acres where two major interstate highways crossed. This secure and stable job enabled Georgette to devote her life to raising their large family. She’d be quick to tell you that “mother” is a career if it’s done right.

Georgette had the look men ogled with a growing erection. When she was in her twenties, she was a cross between Mary Tyler Moore’s character on the Dick Van Dyke Show, Laura Petry, and Samantha from Bewitched. In manner and demeanor, she carried herself like Laura Petry–a dancer with feminine grace who wore form-fitting pants and blouses almost as a uniform, though she looked more like Samantha Stevens: blond and built.

As she matured, and bowed to John’s insistence that she wear only skirts and dresses, she looked strikingly like the sexy witch, Samantha. It was little Bobby that first saw her as Sam.

When she playfully made her nose twitch exactly the way Sam did, she became Sam from then on.

When her little girl was born, the baby’s name was unanimously forced on her–Tabatha. By then, Samantha Stevens and Georgette Stevens could be mistaken for twin sisters. Everyone called her Sam. Only the kids called her, Mom, but when they spoke of her, it was Sam. Likewise, Georgette called her mother, Mom, but referred to her as Endora in the company of others. They were Sam and Endora to everyone except offspring.

If John had one complaint about Georgette, it was her stubborn refusal to join him with a group of swingers he knew from work. The swingers were the white collar types with cushy jobs that involved no grease or busted knuckles. Getting a white shirt job was as easy as joining their swinging circle. Few grease monkeys were ever approached with an invitation, but John was approached weekly, and that was all due to his sexy wife.

Georgette was a frequent visitor to the truck center. While out doing her shopping, if she were nearby at lunch time, she’d stop and buy her husband a hot fast-food meal, then join him for lunch. After she’d stop by, John knew a white shirt would soon be along to corner him with more inducements. John was more than willing to share his sexy wife, and had done so many times in the past, but Georgette would not even discuss becoming a swinger.
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“Bernard”

Let me make it absolutely clear before I start with this true tale, I am not in anyway gay. I have never wanted to be fucked by another man or even thought about getting intimate with a member of the same sex. Sure, I love watching two women going at it, in fact, I derive great pleasure from seeing a couple of girls suck and fuck each other; tongues and fingers going to work. Breast to breast or sixty-nine, I don’t mind. It’s a male thing I guess, though I am not sure what the girls think. It’s okay if they are inclined toward same sex, I suppose. I don’t think seeing two men going for gold has the same effect on a woman, but again, I haven’t asked. I digress.

So, the fact that I am not gay established, what would compel me to enter into a session with a dog I have often wondered that to myself. The best I can come up with is that I love watching. There is a large part of many men that is voyeuristic. Visual stimulation is often all a man needs to get going. Be it two women together, a man and woman screwing the eyeballs out of each other or indeed, a woman with a dogs cock in any of her receptive holes.

It isn’t quite the same for the female of the species. Stimulation for a woman is not usually visual, more a direct approach, like finding herself in a situation and going with the flow. I am voyeuristic. I freely admit it. Give me a good quality video or film and I will show you just how aroused a man can get from just visual images. Recently, I was given several videos involving a neighbour of mine with her dog. She would be mortified if she knew that her partner was peddling them. She is quite a nice looking girl with a trim figure; nothing really special, but just the type that, if she flirted, you would try and take her up on it.
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Back to bed, Garfield    Jon hung up the phone with a sigh. This was the third time this week his date had called and canceled.

“Well, it looks like another night at home with the T.V.” He said aloud as he slumped down into his favorite easy chair. He had to let out a little laugh at this, he was the perfect embodiment of the phrase “all dressed up and nowhere to go.” He loosened his polka dot bow tie and took off his brown sport jacket, flinging it in the corner without a second thought. “Not like I’ll need it soon anyway.”

Picking up the remote, he drifted slowly out of complete consciousness. Aware of himself, but moving more out of muscle memory than anything. He grabbed a handful of chips and stopped on the late movie. It was always on after Johnny Carson.

He knew the schedule by heart at this point, years upon years of lonely nights spent in the exact same manner. The old fuzzy screen was light up with big letters displaying the title “Brain Eating Monsters from Outer Space.” Standard movie for the late night slot. Aliens come to earth, kidnap buxom woman, square jawed hero saves the day.

As the movie started, Jon’s tabby cat Garfield sauntered into the room with a ham sandwich in his hand. Finishing it off, he stretched and climbed onto Jon’s lap to join him.

“Clown suit didn’t attract any ladies what a surprise.” Said Garfield nonchalantly as he watched the movie.

“Very funny, Garfield.” Jon picked up his hand and slowly stroked Garfields back, getting a resounding purr from the happy cat. Jon was of course correct, and onto the screen walked a chesty, distressed blonde with all the acting skills of an oak tree. She wasn’t a great looker, but she had a body to kill for.

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 Baby Bambi

    I sympathised with my daughter, Candy. Her father was way too restrictive with her. She was fifteen, and boys were asking her on dates. I understood John’s point and shared his concerns as well. Candy wasn’t ready to make mature decisions about her body, sex, and picking what boys were good and which ones were not. Candy is a sweet kid. We named her right, but she has no idea how sweet she looks to the opposite sex.

Candy still has a child’s frame, but a woman’s body has grown on it. She has full size breasts, a tiny waist, and full hips; the classic female hour glass, only scaled down. She stands four foot ten inches, weighs eighty-eight pounds, and measures thirty-two, sixteen, thirty-one. Those would be respectible measurements on a full-sized woman like me, but on Candy, they look positively voluptuous. With her full mane of auburn hair, big green eyes, and pearly white smile, she has no idea how sexy she looks.

She’s not exactly an airhead, but she’s no Rhode’s scholar either. Gullible, naive, easily led, easily influenced, and overly-trusting do come to mind. She adores male attention and sucks up compliments like an industrial shop vac. Candy doesn’t know how to play the game, and I can’t bring myself to talk about back seat ball games. I still haven’t told her about the birds and bees. The right guy, saying the right lines, could round the bases and slide into home with his first time at bat.

She needs a big sister, or a father who doesn’t break out in sweats around her. It’s not the sweats so much, it’s the erection he gets that causes the sweats. Candy has noticed his problem.

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 A Special Week End

  For those of You that do not know me, i am a slave to my Master & Mistress. About a year ago, i had submitted to k9 love for the first time at the age of 40. my only regret is that i had not tried it earlier. That story has already been published & i hope Ms Laurel sees fit to include this story and a previous one as well.

i was extremely excited. Master was going to take me back to John’s place in Pennsylvania where He had raised 3 great danes for the express purpose of fucking women. All 3 dogs, their cock sizes ranging from 9 to 13 inches, had already used both linda and i. linda, His sub, had promised me that she was going to show me sometime extremely kinky. i could not imagine what it might be, considering the animals had already used all three of our holes.

i was especially excited because a dear friend, rieta was going to join us as well. Mistress had work that weekend so She could not come with us. rieta and i were going to ride to Pa. With Master. we were placed in the back seat, nude, except for the long coats that we wore. Normally Master would have diapered us both to cut down on the stops that we had to make, but He likes us to flash at the rest stops and along the highway. Not wanting to disappoint Him, we did as He liked and He was pleased at the results.

Finally we got to Pa., but not until the car had started to smell of both rieta and i constantly cumming from playing with each other’s pussies. Once there, we saw linda come running up to meet us, stark naked. we left our coats on the seat and met her naked as well. we all hugged each other, standing there in the cold, nude, and kissing and playing with each other’s bodies. Finally the 2 masters attached leashes to our collars and brought us inside.

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A Horse Encounter of a Different Kind

   About 20 minutes after my parents left the neighbor girl, suzy busted threw the door, “hey johnny! wheres the folks!” she was always up for sport fucking so any time my parents left she rushed over for a good screw. “they went to town for the week.” i said
“well do you wanna fuck” she asked, ” i sighed then said” no, its too hot” man i accully turned down suzy. she was a pure fox. nice dark red hair litle waist 36c breast and an ass that make your cock jerk just lookin at it. ” well what do you wanna do’” she asked.
” well i have to go feed lighting” i said “ok ill come!” she exclaimed

we both walked out to the barn to lightings place. i got the food and feed him and i noticed suzy doing something. “my god its so huge” she said she started to rub his cock  man suzy you are horny.” i said and i ook a stoll to sit and watch she started to suk him off, he seemed to like it going faster and faster until he blew his load right in her face, she loved it. she now took his cock which got hard right after and slid it in her “oooo” she moan as inch by inch went in her she was cumming very load and so was he, a secound load was blown inside her and she dropped to the ground. i was jacking ike crazy when she sputtered the words “your turn!” i was shocked,“DO IT NOW!” she yelled so i did. i started by sucking him off like she did licking it and taking it in.

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A boy and his dog

   John thrusted his cock harder and harder as he neared climax. His breathing heavied and his eyes shut as loads of hot cum flies out of his cock and land on his hand stomach and face. He licks off all of it, smiling.

After cleaning himself off, he noticed his male dog Toby in the corner of the room licking his thick red hardon. John’s dick instantly got hard again, but was disgusted at this thought. He did not want to do this act, but he was so horny, that he might fall into this forbiddin temptation. He did not have a chance to decide ad Toby walked over and begin to lick cum off of John’s balls that John missed.

“HOLY FUCK” was all that John could speak as the first few licks made him jump out of his skin. with each lick Toby got closer to his asshole and when it hit, John came right there, all over Toby’s face.

He was surprised and licked it off, with his 8 inch dog cock was throbbing with anticiapation. Hornier then ever, John got on his knees and grabbed hold of his dick and began to rock back and forth. just touching his throbbing member made his own dick instantly hard and gave him more motivation to go on. Toby began to hump John’s hand as if it was a bitches pussy. “It’s now or never” thought John as he palced his lips over the cock and begin to suck it like a lollipop.

Nearly choking, John begins to pound his own dick like their was no tommorow, and came again. As he was in the midst of his own wild orgasm, Toby began to let loose a flow of cum into John’s mouth. John cleaned himself up and collapsed on his bed. This would become a regular occurence, he could be sure of that.

    “So you are willing to sign a contract of slavery to last for three months?”
I gulped. “Yes”
“You accept that we can do anything we want to you?”
I let out a breath. “Yes”.
“You know we make films here and will use you in them?”
“Yes, I accept that.”
“You understand that you will be losing your anonymity and that once any film is out there we won’t take it off the web because you get upset or are worried by the consequences?”
“Yes, I accept.”
“Ok, sign here. This is the contract of slavery and these are a series of 20 blank model release forms. We will fill in the details and dates as and when we need them. Hand over your passport and all your cash and personal possessions.”
I did as I was asked.
“Ok, let me show you around.”
Bob was about 50. He was heavily built and a bit on the fat side. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of old sneakers. He got up from behind the desk in the small room where we were sitting. There were filing cabinets on one side and a row of computers on a shelf on the other side. The screens were humming. I knew he used these to work on the various websites he helped run.
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   It was about 6:00 pm, and i was at my freind john’s house. We were playing around on the computer, just havin fun. When his mom said she was going to the store we started to look at all his porn videos which got me realy horny, but i couldnt jack off because i didnt want him to know i was doing it. Just them his dog suzie came into the room, she was a golden retreiver. So i started petting her and rubbing her belly. Then when john wasnt looking i slowly moved my hand back and started to feel suzie’s pussy. I didnt know what got over me, i had no idea why i was feeling suzie, but i was somehow likeing it.

During the next 2 months whenever i was at johns house i would play around with suzie. Then during summer i got the best news. johns family were going on vacation and wanted me to watch over suzie every 2 days for 2 weeks. I agreed to do it and started making my plans. I had to let suzie out of the house to run a little bit because theyre backyard was fenced and very small, so she just had room to use the bathroom out side. John also told me that i would have to hold her on a leash because she as in heat and would run away if she saw a guy dog ( which got my hopes up even more ).

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“If Jason from custodial calls, put him through immediately,” I told Caroline the next morning as I entered my office.
Sure enough, his call came around 10am, and Caroline put it through. We only talked for a few seconds, and it was all business if anyone was listening, but it required that I meet him in his office down below sometime late in the afternoon about a possible company scholarship for his son Henry. Few employees knew about the scholarship, and fewer still tried to take advantage of it. It won’t pay all of the tuition, but it does pay for most of it, and Henry had the grade point average and better to attain it. He only needed a sponcer to present it to the board, and that’s where I came in. However that may have been true though, that’s not what the call was all about, but only Jason and I knew that. As it was it turned out that I had to go attend a meeting until three thirty, and had Caroline reschedual my other appointments for the following Monday as they weren’t of high priority at all.
Now Jason and I had agreed on one thing as far as our relationship was concerned, and that was that, other than Henry, we would not involve anyone else in the company to join our little interracial get togethers. That wasn’t to say that if the opportunity came that we wouldn’t take advantage of it if in didn’t get in the way of company business as far as either one of our scheduals. A quickie here, a blow job there, or that sort of thing. However I knew that this meeting was mostly to set up something for the coming weekend as we had made no plans the day before when he was over my house fucking me all day long.
“Ah Ms Gillian, glad that you could make it down here with your busy schedual,” Jason greeted from behind his desk, just finishing up some instructions for one of his night people when I walked in, “Okay Bill, that about wraps it up for me, got any questions?”
“No sir,” Bill replied picking up some blue prints off the desk, “I’ll get started on it tonight first thing,” and walked past me on his way out of the office, his concentration elsewhere as Jason closed the door behind him on the way out, and bolted the lock.

• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 1)
• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 2)

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I kept Caroline over for an hour the following evening, and we finished up the last of the paper work just before she went home at six. That gave me a couple of hours to get ready to meet Henry over at Joey’s Dinner, and I made good use of that time by taking a bubble bath, and preparing myself with the things John had packed in my gym bag. Freshly shaved, bathed, and powdered, I put my makeup on extra thick, then pulled out the first item of clothing. It was a red satin quarter cup bra, that gave me plenty of cleavage, but only covered the lower quadrant of each breast leaving them mostly exposed, and the matching red satin garterbelt that came out next hung on my flaring hips like four inverted triangles looking extremely sluttish when the straps were connected to the sheer black Christian Dior nylons that only came up to just below mid thigh on my legs. The sheer white nylon thong seemed like an after thought, but when I put it on I realized immediately how whorish it made me look now as it didn’t match in color with anything else I had on. The lime green ankle strapped patten leather platform high heels did match the mini skirt, but the beige fish net T-shirt I put on under the patch work quilt like vest made my pussy itch with intolerable wanton lust as my bare nipples poked erect through the netting from the moment I put it on.

“Wow! What a fucking whore!” I said to my mirror image as I primped before gathering everything up, and after putting my work clothes in the gym bag, headed for Joey’s dinner.

• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 3)
• Gillian’s Makeover(Chapter 1)

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Hello, my name is Gillian Dupont. Normally, I’m a practical, very conservatively attired business woman. At just over 30 years old I still went to great lengths to hide my statuesque 37-22-34 figure from the male power mongers I have to deal with in the every day corporate world in which I dwell. I wear little or no make up, no perfume, and even keep my honey blond hair, dyed a donkey brown, up in a severe bun at the top back of my head while wearing these horribly plain totally useless eye glasses. I’m married you see, and I’ve always thought that my husband John was more than enough man for me to handle in bed, for one thing, and for the second thing, why bring sex into a business relationship when it only burns both parties, and achieves no goals. I loved my husband of seven years dearly, and didn’t think he’d appreciate my giving out sexual favors just for advancement on a few corporate ladder rungs, and too, him being a doctor, I’d have hated to come home one day carrying the clap, or something worse that I’d contracted from one of my peers.
Being left alone, that is to say, not being chased after, has allowed me a great deal of freedom that I wouldn’t have had otherwise, which is probably why I advanced so fast to such a top executive position as I did. No ones wife thought I was being chased around her husband’s desk, and none of the males felt threatened by my superior work.

• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 2)
• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 3)

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    I kept Caroline over for an hour the following evening, and we finished up the last of the paper work just before she went home at six. That gave me a couple of hours to get ready to meet Henry over at Joey’s Dinner, and I made good use of that time by taking a bubble bath, and preparing myself with the things John had packed in my gym bag. Freshly shaved, bathed, and powdered, I put my makeup on extra thick, then pulled out the first item of clothing. It was a red satin quarter cup bra, that gave me plenty of cleavage, but only covered the lower quadrant of each breast leaving them mostly exposed, and the matching red satin garterbelt that came out next hung on my flaring hips like four inverted triangles looking extremely sluttish when the straps were connected to the sheer black Christian Dior nylons that only came up to just below mid thigh on my legs. The sheer white nylon thong seemed like an after thought, but when I put it on I realized immediately how whorish it made me look now as it didn’t match in color with anything else I had on. The lime green ankle strapped patten leather platform high heels did match the mini skirt, but the beige fish net T-shirt I put on under the patch work quilt like vest made my pussy itch with intolerable wanton lust as my bare nipples poked erect through the netting from the moment I put it on.

“Wow! What a fucking whore!” I said to my mirror image as I primped before gathering everything up, and after putting my work clothes in the gym bag, headed for Joey’s dinner.
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